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You have to it's 52 card pickup
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November 29, 2008, 12:50:am
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My birthday's tomorrow. ^_^
11/29
...Yeah that's all.
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Lookie I wrotes all youse a poem!!! ^_^
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October 03, 2008, 05:02:pm
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The mental Maverick
She asks me how I’m doing today.
Her wrinkled lips whisper false hope,
As I speak of paths to God,
Of blackouts and a need for death.
Her motionless saran-wrapped smile
Opens to release pill promises
Packed with prescription pep.
No longer, so says she, shall I be
A mental maverick of my time.
She tells me that I will be happy again,
That I will feel again,
She tells me, everything will be alright.
I sign another two hundred dollar check.
Two pens scrape paper, rewards for the past hour.
I never liked psychiatrists, never thought I’d be on medication.
But if they help-Maybe I’ll smile again.
I tell her we’ll meet again, once I run out.
I go for a walk.
Miles pass me.
Quaint apartment numbers, painted on picket fences
Delude to twisted tin foil proclamations.
A trash can prowler tells me The King is dead
The stripper has stolen His crown.
I find the alley- the one betrayed only by the busted streetlight.
And so- my next appointment begins.
He asks me how I’ve been.
His meth painted lips whisper false hope
As I speak of unholy endeavors,
Of kaleidoscopes and a need for more.
His bleeding, crack-coated smile
Opens to release pill promises
Packed with enticing escapes.
No longer, so says he, shall I be
A mental maverick of my time.
He tells me, I will be happier than I’ve ever been,
That I will feel far more than I will again.
He tells me, everything will be alright.
I hand him a wad of twenty dollar bills.
Two hands shake, rewards for our journeys.
I never liked dealers, never thought I’d buy from them.
But if these help- Maybe I’ll smile again.
I tell him I’ll see him again, once I run out.
Mood: Getting over a cold
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